Adventures with Eyeliner

Being a mother is more fun than I ever imagined!  It amazes me how what seems like a normal, old trip to the potty becomes a face scrubbing nightmare!  I'm not complaining...nu-uh, I'm just sharing.  My little bit of real life drama, right here, right now, live in our Home sweet home.  
We begin, Emily style...
Once upon the time, there lived a girl named Emily...
Today after dinner, she announced that she had to go potty.  Her older brothers were taking up residence in the other two bathrooms and so she came to me.  A midst the jumping up and down and fidgeting came hurried speech to the effect of, "can I please borrow your bathroom so I don't wet my pants?!".  Of course, I consented with the usual stipulations...Be sure to flush the toilet, wash your hands, don't play with my soap and please turn out the light and close the door when you're finished. 
A few minutes later, she emerged.  She calmly walked over to me with an "I'm trying to act like I look normal look" on her face.  I looked at her and immediately noted there was a prob.  She looked at me and said, "What? Is there something wrong Mother?"  To which I replied, "Uh, ya! There a whole lotta something wrong happening on your face!  What did you do?"  Her reply..."oh, you can see that too? "  She continued, " I tried to wash it off and there is something wrong with your soap.  It isn't working and now look what happened to my face!"  (Enter a Mother sigh and extreme laughter suppression here) Well, the problem isn't the soap, sweetheart.  Upon further investigation I found that it was indeed waterproof liquid eyeliner.  She also happened to find the container of super cheap stuff that I bought to try and hated (but kept in my drawer because that's what women do with make up they spend money on and can't bear to throw away).  Why did I hate it? 
Because it was HARD TO WASH OFF.  Of course, she would pick that one.  
Finally, after removing the first and second epidermal layers of my daughter's face, we got her all cleaned up. (not really, I jest)  I did have to scrub at it a bit and use some cleanser that I wouldn't normally use on a kids face (not Comet, don't worry).  The Almay make up remover stuff didn't cut it, nor did the baby oil or sandpaper...just kidding.  So, yes, we got it all off and yes, her face was a bit red, and no, I didn't get any in her eyes, and no, I also still have not thrown away the eyeliner.  I will. promise.
So, of course, the next thing I must ask myself is, How is it that Emily seems to have a gift for taking photos with the "mugshot" look to them?  (see this post) My sweet, vivacious child is no criminal!  Ah well, its truly just the look of guilt that we see here...the "oh man, I am in so much trouble" look.  Some of us have taken a bit more time to perfect the look, others have it naturally.  
Crazy times like these present themselves and I often wonder how this will shape my Em-girls future.  Besides the obvious answer of proper eyeliner application lessons sometime waaay down the road.  How I deal with this today may very well be a part of shaping the woman that she becomes.  Its not all funny stories and crazy antics, its hard work suppressing that laughter to communicate that what was done was wrong.  It gives me great excitement when I think about the future and Emily's part in it.  Lord willing, I will have helped prepare her to be the woman that God wants her to be.